The Life That I Knew(Edward's Story) Dec 16, 2008 16:25:52 GMT -5
Post by Vivienne Valora on Dec 16, 2008 16:25:52 GMT -5
The Life That I Knew
The Story of Edward Valora
by Vivienne Valora
The Story of Edward Valora
by Vivienne Valora
Heroes Come And Go
I can remember her as if it had been just yesterday that I laid my eyes upon her. She was perfect. Her eyes were already a bright hazel and she had a mess of curly, thin, brown hair atop her small head. Her tiny fist closed around my finger and a smile was present in my boyish features. Gemma Valora was the perfect baby sister and I vowed that day that I would never allow ill to befall her. No creature on the planet or the next could harm my sister while I was alive.
I could hear my mother dragging a fidgeting Mace off to take a bath. He was covered in mud from head to toe and mother had had a fit. He was lucky that father wasn't around or he surely would have met the belt with his demeanor that day. Mace had been acting up since Gemma had been born and who could blame him? He was no longer the center of attention. Of course mother and father loved us all just the same, but there is something about being the youngest child that seems to make things easier and perhaps in the long run somewhat harder, but you always seem to get that attention that the others do not.
Bryant stood beside, looking down at her with a wrinkled nose. "She's kinda funny looking..." he said, popping a chocolate from a nearby candy dish into his mouth. Bryant was my best friend. He had grown up in the town nearby. We had been seven years old at the time and my brother Mace was five.
My head snapped to the side and I clenched my fist. "What did you say?" I hissed at him, unusually defensive. "She's a baby. She's perfect." The windows started to rattle and I took a deep, calming breath to stay under control. I had a short temper as a child, much like most of the Valora family. The rattling stopped and I glanced toward the wash room where my mother was with Mace, hoping she hadn't noticed.
"Sorry Ed, jeez..." Bryant said, rolling his eyes. "It's not like I said she was ugly. Just funny looking. No need to lose control on me." He looked out the window and sighed. "It's getting late and Uncle expects me home in time for dinner. I'll see you tomorrow Eddie..."
I nodded at his words and kept my eyes on Gemma as he left. It was a little while when Aunt Clarice walked into the room, looking for my mother. She screeched a little and I jumped, looking at her with a confused look on my face. Gemma bean to cry as Clarice began to reprimand me. "Bothering the baby!" she scoffed, shaking her head at me. "Just wait until I tell your mother Edward Valora! Look at you, your hands are filthy! Now shoo, your father is expecting you in his office. Go on now, shoo..." She grabbed me by the ear and I winced as she pulled my out of the room and into the hall, slamming the door like the nasty old hag she was... and still is, behind me.
I grumbled and mumbled a few angry profanities that surely would have earned me a beating. I made my way to fathers office, dragging my feet a little. I knocked on his office door and opened it once I heard a "Come in." Bowing my head slightly, I walked in, glancing over at him sitting behind his desk. "Father," I said, standing across from him, wondering if I was in trouble. My father was a good fair man, but he was still not one to cross. "You called for me?"
My father looked up at me and nodded toward one of the seats in front of his desk. "Take a seat son..." He flipped through a few papers for a few minutes, sighing or grunting and sometimes shaking his head a little as he flipped through them. I waited with my eyes upon the floor and my hands folded. My hands were getting sweaty and I gulped, nervous as I wondered what I had done. Finally, my father set his papers aside and folded his hands on top of his desk, peering down at me. "Edward..." he said, his voice serious. "You're getting older now and I think it's time we started discussing your future..."
I relaxed a little and sat up straighter at my father's words. "What do you mean papa?" I asked him, confused. After all, I was only seven at the time. Though I was quite brilliant for my age, I still could not guess as to what he was getting at.
"What I mean is son," he said, sitting back ing his chair and pulling off his reading glasses to clean them. "I won't be around forever. One day, you will be the one to take over Valora Academy. You are the oldest and next in line. It is your birthright."
"But what about Mace?" I asked him, tilting my head to the side in wonder. "Or Gemma? What about them papa?"
"Mace will inherit the Academy under certain circumstances," my father said with a sigh. "For instance, if something were to happen to you and you had no heirs, Mace would assume headmastership over the school. Or if you were to deny your inheritance and perhaps ran off to join the circus and either had no heirs or they too denied their claim, Mace would become headmaster. The same would go for Gemma, though she is next to Mace in line. Now Edward, I must ask you now. Do you plan on taking over the school? It requires training and hard work. It will not be easy, but I believe you are more than capable..."
I smiled slightly at my father's circus comment. I though about what he had said for a moment, turning his words around in my head and examining things from every angle. He continued to study me, expectant. "Yes papa," I said, looking up into his deep hazel eyes. "I'll do whatever it takes..."
"Good!" my father boomed, pleased by my answer. "Now that that's settled, why don't you run off and play? I have work to do but I shall be home shortly."
"In time for another story papa?" I asked him, my eyes wide with excitement. My father had a way with words and his stories left you with your heart pounding and your ears ringing.
"Of course, now run along Eddie." He waved his hand, dismissing me and I ran off.
I wandered out into the forest, savoring the hour or so I had left until I was the one being forced into the bath. A group of my friends were playing by the edge of the forest and I walked by them. My dear cousin Eleanor rushed up to me, walking beside me as I began my stroll through the forest. "I could hear her sister Lita arguing with my friend, Elias Calder behind us and I shook my head at them.
"Eddie!" she said, her braids bouncing a little as she walked beside me. "What did your father want? You aren't in trouble are you?" She looked at me, worried for a moment and I continued on.
"No," I told her, stepping over a log. "He just wished to talk is all. He says I'm to take over the school. Wants me to start getting ready." I sighed and sat down on a rock near the river, tilting my head up to look at the sky.
Eleanor saw my obvious worry. "What is wrong?" she asked, tilting her head and sitting beside me. "You seem troubled..." She put a hand on my arm and I pulled away, fearing cooties.
"It's nothing Elle..." I said, slightly annoyed. I looked over at her and my expression softened at her confused and worried look. "Papa says he won't be around forever... You don't think he's dying do you?"
Elle shook her head, giving me a weird look. "He's perfectly healthy," she said, rolling her eyes. "Believe me, I would know. Do not fret Eddie, he will live long at this rate." She sat there with me for a few moments until the sound of my Aunt Isadora calling for Eleanor and Lita drifted across the grounds. Eleanor looked over at me and hpped down off the boulder. "Sorry Eddie, gotta go. Don't worry, Uncle Leon is in perfect health..." She kissed me quickly on the cheek and skipped off, running for the school.
"Yes," I said, still a little worried. Sure, he might be in perfect health now, but one day he would have to die, wouldn't he? "Bye Elle, thanks..." I sat there for a while longer than intended. I had been lost in my thoughts after Elle had left and the sound of father's voice drifted toward me. I sighed, wanting to kick myself. Great, I was late and mama's temper had been shorter than usual lately what with the baby. "I'm right here!" I called reluctantly to my father.
He walked into the clearing, shaking his head. "Boy are you in for it," he said, taking my hand. "Your mother started freaking out half an hour ago. She thought yu had been eaten by a pack of hungry wolves. Lets go kiddo..." I sighed and followed my father, wondering how much longer I had with him. I would treasure every moment. I had no idea then exactly how difficult life would get. i had no idea that the name Valora was nothing short of a death sentence. I didn't know that my family could be ripped away at any given moment, leaving me with nothing, Perhaps if I had known, I would have been prepared.